Today is Veteran's Day. One of those lovely legal holidays that is only observed by the great mass of government employees. It always feels weird on one of these holidays to be out and about. Kind of feels like playing hooky. So, I did some household chores, but not as many as I intended, I guess that's what this weekend is for.

Yesterday when I was flying back from D.C. on the early a.m. flight it was completely empty. So I spread out on three seats and pretty much slept the whole way. At one point I dreamt that the plane was tumbling out of control (as I watched us flip end over end out the window). Anyway, I clearly thought to myself "I wonder if its aerodynamically possible for a 737 to end up in an attitude like this? Hm. I guess so, since its happening... So, since I'm probably going to die, it might be a firey crash, so I should take of my nylon panty hose so they don't melt into my skin. Hm. Wow, I wonder why no one is screaming." And then I woke up. But it was a weird enough dream that I keep reliving it. I guess its a testament to my analytical mind. Kind of like when we spun off the road in ice on the way to Erie and I kept reading my book because I figured if I was going to die I wanted to at least finish the page I was on.